Rico’s POV
The moment I touched her the sharp contrast between her skin and mine shocked me. She was warmer than anything I’d felt in weeks. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms wrapped around herself, hair messy from sleep. The small light above her caught the worry in her eyes and the way she kept biting her lower lip.
I stopped two steps away. Close enough to smell the faint vanilla on her skin but far enough that she didn’t feel trapped.
“I should be in bed,” she said, keeping her voice low.
“So you're not going to answer me?”
“You're fine, Rico. That's all that mattered.”
Something in my chest cracked open at that. She really had been worried about me. Or was he just worried about the security of her child if anything happened to me?
“Yes,” I nodded with a faint smi
